Best Place for Lucky Bastards to Let Their Palmetto Flag Fly

Midtown Bar and Grill

Staff Pick

Midtown might not be for everyone, but there would be a rebel yell loud enough to rival the first shot on the Star of the West if it ever closed. You can tell that from the lines that form on a Saturday night, full of 20-somethings sporting khaki pants and Gamecock visors. Some go for the food, but mostly they go for each other, which makes us believe that this is the best place for recent college grads, landing in Chucktown from Clemson and Columbia, to meet and greet. If it hangs around another 20 years, you might as well call it Big John’s, and maybe that’s the ultimate compliment.